Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[treex]

OOC: Oh my GAWD, what in the !@#$ is THAT?!

 

[Someone]

OOC: Oh my GAWD, what in the !@#$ is THAT?!

OOC: My new PC, of course. If you're talking about the pictures, it's a tooth fairy from Hellboy 2.

 

[Pliantreality]

There were times when Nalkyr, reflecting on his race's particularly long lifespans, had to remind himself that he was still young. That a single century was - all things considered - not a great amount of time in his race's collective history. There were times when Nalkyr felt very new and fresh to the world, despite his skill at arms and disfiguring scar.

There were also times when hideous pixie-things were unveiled, and Nalkyr had to admit that his race's longevity meant not a jot to the collective absurdities of the world.

If the thing which the bartender pulled out to display was a banality, than Nalkyr was a bearded gnome.

"I..." the young eladrin began, eyes unwaveringly watching the pixie-creature. He paused, then knocked back his tankard in a quick swig.

"I need another dwink."

 

[Medina]

Marrgash listens quietly to the barman as he tells his tale and pulls the cage behind the bar, until the patron gets his finger clubbed by the pixie. The dragonborn bursts into a deep rumbling laughter, a light cloud of corrosive acid escaping from his mouth.


"Excellent! I like him!" he proclaims. "You should know better than to taunt a caged creature," he says to the patron, "and you should know better than to cage him" nodding to the barkeep. "You'll only antagonise the little fellow, and may come to regret that when he escapes. Free the littl'un and fetch him a plate of cheeses and a mug of ale."

 

[Someone]

Marrgash listens quietly to the barman as he tells his tale and pulls the cage behind the bar, until the patron gets his finger clubbed by the pixie. The dragonborn bursts into a deep rumbling laughter, a light cloud of corrosive acid escaping from his mouth.


"Excellent! I like him!" he proclaims. "You should know better than to taunt a caged creature," he says to the patron, "and you should know better than to cage him" nodding to the barkeep. "You'll only antagonise the little fellow, and may come to regret that when he escapes. Free the littl'un and fetch him a plate of cheeses and a mug of ale."

"Well, if you're so brave and knowledgeable of how to handle these things, it's all yours." says the barman. "But I warn you, it's your responsability now. Though if you can get me rid of it, you'll have a lot of free beers."

He places the bird cage on the table and runs to hide behind the counter, just in case you decide to open it.

 

[Son of Meepo]

The door to the Hanged Man is thrown open as a gust of wind whips through the tavern. Standing at the threshold, head and shoulders covered in a light layer of snow, is a dwarf with dirty blonde hair and a scowl on his scar-lined face.

BY VULKAR IT'S COLD ENOUGH TO FREEZE MAH FORGE!

He turns to the bar and scolds the barkeep.

Put down that cage! We got troubles!

The bartender looks over at the dwarf and replies calmly.

Troubles Valkin?

Yeah, TROUBLE! With a capital T and a even bigger ROUBLE! We can't have a proper Solstice without that Solstice shipment from Solstice! And no soul has seen mah ship nor any peep from nary a soul from Solstice neither!

Well Valkin, we have quite a lot of people here who I'm sure can help. I'm sure they'd be just as happy to see the solstice celebration take place as you would.

It is only then that Valkin acts as those he and the bartender are not alone. He looks at the tavern crowd, brow furrowed, the corner of his mouth turned down, eyes wide with an undercurrent of hope.

OOC: Now recruiting for adventure. The adventure is conceived for 5-6 PCs of levels 1-3, but could be scaled as needed.

 

[WEContact]

"Ah," Caim remarks dryly, "Finally, some work involving wordplay. Looks like you've got what you came for, Nalkyr." She approaches the agitated old dwarf and offers her gauntlet'd hand. "My name is Caim. I'd be happy to travel to Solstice to unravel this mystery for you. I'm confident in my capacity to thwart whatever it is that has impeded communication and outbound travel, given adequate assistants of comparable competence" Caim gives a cold smile, laughter in her eyes.

 

[Someone]

OOC: Now recruiting for adventure. The adventure is conceived for 5-6 PCs of levels 1-3, but could be scaled as needed.

OOC: I don't think there's more than 3 characters level 1-3 currently unemployed, and one of them is inside a bird cage right now

 

[WEContact]

OOC: Not counting Wat because I don't think he can join, there's Caim, Nalkyr, Marrgash and you. That's workable I think.

 

[Pliantreality]

Nalkyr pursed his lips as much as the scar tissue marring his face would allow. The eladrin silently rose, following in Caim's wake. He tugged his hood back but not off- enough to let the dwarf see his face and no more.

"I'm with her." he lisped, jerking a thumb at the woman and crossing both arms over his chest.

The shadow of a grin tugged at the unscarred corner of his mouth. The dance of steel. The open road. A job.

OOC: I am having mild re-writes with Nalkyr, mechanically, and have only gotten one approval so far. Hopefully he'd be approved by the time the adventure started though. Unless that's a problem.